Meanwhile, the fifteen mutants remaining on the ground abandoned the deer-folk family, swarming beneath Kulu like a pack of starved wolves, leaping wildly into the air with snapping jaws.
"My turn," Hana whispered.
She leaned out over Kulu's arm, pointing both submachine guns straight down into the center of the frantic horde. She pulled both triggers simultaneously.
A deafening wall of armor-piercing light erupted from the dual muzzles. High-frequency plasma-coated rounds rained down upon the ravine in a relentless stream of blue and white fire.
The bullets tore through frozen bone and mutated tissue, shattering the monsters' crystalline armor like cheap glass.
Bloodshed erupted across the white snow. Cryo-mutants were torn to shreds mid-air before they could even reach half the height of Kulu's hover. Head after head exploded into fine mists of black, frozen blood, the system interface flashing notifications in rapid, blinding succession across Hana's visor.
